Little Lion

For Carrie’s prompt over at Sunday Muse BlogSpot.


Little Lion
“How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven.” – Robert A. Heinlein

I hated dolls when I was a child.
I preferred my stuffed animals,
our cats and dogs.
I dressed the cats and dogs in
the clothes of the dolls,
rode them around in the doll carriage,
had tea parties with them and
read stories to them.
I loved them dearly.
To this day I remember them all.
I remember I wept bitterly when they died.
I know my cat Pugsley who
was euthanized three years ago,
I kissed him before the vet
administered the shot.
I kissed his sweet face and whispered,
sleep well little lion, sleep sweet.

Lion Afternoon

For Sunday Muse BlogSpot. Shay (Fireblossom) is the creator of today’s prompt.


Lion Afternoon by Jacek Yerka


Lion Afternoon
“I’m a lion. I’m not tough, but I am strong. I’m definitely not a wallflower.” – Cressida Bonas

whima whack, whima whack, whima whack…
the lion sits under the table
calmly watching a frog frolicking
in the fountain
after he did a munch on a ham-sized strawberry.
volcanoes rumble,
tornadoes spin
in the distance but it is all behind him.
The humans have left the scene departing
in fear of upcoming disasters.
The lion and the frog continues on,
while the ham-sized strawberries continue to fall
from the trees.
another frog dances on the lion’s paw,
serene in its safety.

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